Your love is so express to me and,
I will always die in your sweet arms of care;
But when the early birds do sing,
I will sing along with them to praise this sweet love that we share.
Ali, your love is like the winter of love;
And i am ever ready for you too.
Please, come to me my sweet one;
Come and warm me up in this cold winter night,
For my lovely body waits for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem